25% Growth

At least for the Taylor family.  We had kid number three yesterday morning.  Here's the dirty details.

Sunday morning at 6:05 my wife woke and let me know that she was having some pretty good contractions.  They were already only a few minutes apart.  We dressed and headed for the hospital.  We made really good time since there's not much of traffic at 6:30 on a Sunday morning. We were pre-registered and went right up to our room.  Tammi  donned the infamous hospital robe and the nurse checked to see how far along we were. 8-9 cm!  This was all happening very quickly.  They moved her down the hall and into a delivery room.  

Unfortunately, they couldn't do an epidural until the we got Tammi's blood work back. We had to wait through about 20 minutes of contractions before we got the go ahead. When we finally got it back, we decided the kid would be there before the epidural kicked in (it takes a half hour to start).  Instead they did an interthecal (sp?).  Basically they put a long needle in her back and numbed "everything that touches a saddle."  Good description doc.  In the past we've had trouble getting the meds to take on both sides.  We told the anesthesiologist this as he was putting in the needle.  We probably should have warned him ahead of time, but things were happening really quickly. After the shot, Tammi laid on her right side to see if it would trickle towards that direction.  "It's not taking on the right side," Tammi said.  I watched the doc shoot the nurse a look conveying, "that's all we can do." There was this short pause then Tammi said, "There it goes.  It's getting numb."  I think the three of us all sighed at the same time.  The meds they used on Tam only last 90 minutes, so we had to get a move on.  The doc came in, broke the water and Tam started pushing.  I think we pushed through about 5-6 contractions and he was here.  Born at 8:24.  That's a total of about two and half hours of labor!  How great is that!

They weighed him twice because they couldn't believe the first reading.  10lbs 11 oz. When we told Tammi's sister she said, "Go get that kid a happy meal."  You can see from the pics he a big kid.  I've been calling him Chunky-D, and will until the swelling goes away.  He was 23 inches long.  I went to visit him in the nursery and they were working on some "normal" sized babies.  I told them not to let him too close or he might try to eat the other baby.

Unlike our first two, this kid wasn't planned. Just a little bonus from the father.  Tammi wanted a name that meant destiny and we settled on Dezdin. It's our masculine form of Destiny.  Dezdin Nathaniel Taylor.  Nathaniel means "Gift from God."  That sums it up pretty well.  

Besides giving birth to a 12 month old, everything went as well as it could go.  Thank you Lord.  Here's some pics below and please forgive the typos above, I haven't slept much lately!